The Syracuse Journal, Volume 19, Number 14, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 5 August 1926 — Page 2

YOUTH RIDES WEST By WILL IRWIN WNT S*rvt«W CopyrlrM by Will Trwi*

THE STORY SO FAR On thetr way to the new Cotton* ood. gold diggings In Colo* rad-> i,n tr.«%arly Seventies*. Robert iilleon, eaeterner. and his pgrtner Buck Hayden, a veteran miner, wttneaa the hold-up ot a m..».■* ,• a. !v, frotr which the express box Ta stolen before the bandit* are scared off. Among the hold-up victims are Mr*. Con- < I'eanr, and Mrs Barnaby, who Intend* to open a restaurant >n i’ottonwov'd. Gilson meets Mar ys Handy. • : lM* way to start the Cottonwood Courier Arriving in town. Gilson and Hayden together purchase a mining Haim. A threatened lynching Is averted by the bravery of Chris McGrath, town marshal, Gilson become* disgusted with gold digging, what with Its unend ng labor and small reward*, and so the sudden appearance of Shorty Croly. old-tlfpe partner of Buck. Is nob altogether dtsconcer Ing to him Gilson takes a -Job on the Courier and arranges to sell his share in the claim to Shorty Hl* acquaintanceship with Mr*. L>eaue ripen*.

CHAPTER V—Continued - —7— “Goc ns robbed,” said Mrs. Barnaby, addressing the miners, ••held up and rubbed that stage company "‘ forthwith, addressing not me but them. Mrs. Barnaby launched' forth into her narrative of that adventure, beginning with her mortal certainty, ‘When she took the stage at I‘lested’s, that something was going to happen. Meantime, I seated myself tn a spare plac*> at the other end of the table in the attitude of on** who expects to be serve 1. Mrs. Barnaby, whirling on a gesture as she described the killing of Hie ki.rse, beheld tile there, broke the aarrnthe off short, and turned her gnus freni the stage Company to me. "Well, who asked juu to sit down?" •he asked. “I- 1 wanted board." I replied, feel Ing sum- 1..-w d>< trop. Mrs. Barnaby regarded me with small, brown. eyes, and her expression seemed to brand my simple business proposal as an Insult. ‘ "Regular, or transient T’ aha inqulr»ri 4 ••Regular,” I faltered. Mrs. Barnaby was looking at me so shandy that I wondered uncomfortably If she had guessed why 1 chose her establishment ••Got a job?" “Oh, yes!’’ “At what’" “Reporter on the Courier."* "Editor, huh? Well. I know editor*. You pay tn advance!” said Mrs. Barnaby. "How much?" "Ten a week -for you !" Meekly, 1 reached into my pocket, humbly I produced a gold eagle, apologetically I gava it to Mrs. Barnaby. She rang It on the pine table before she lifted her skirt to an Indiscreet height for those third. revealing a pair of men's c ivfdde top bea ts. Into the leg of the nearest, she dropped my coin. "And you’ll get no ham with your eggs, neither," said Mrs. Barnaby, flouncing Into the kitchen. “Last to be had In camp aas eat by those hogs.” Whereupon tae nearest of the three miner* turned upon the others and dropped a solemn wink. And I began to jiercelve that Mr*. Barraby’s bark Was worse than her bite. In fact, when she returned with my smoking hot eggs and my steaming coffee. site seemed to have accepted me us a regular boarder. Her manner be.ame almost confidential. She s|x>ke of the difficulty In getting decent provlximis —“The last bar‘l of flour I bought «as great stuff for hanging paper. and that’s the beat you can say gs It" and the rivalry of Jim Huffaker—“that thievin' squatter!” “Where’s your tent?” t inquired. “Out back." replied Mr* Barnaby. Then she saved me the embarrassment of asking further questions by adding: *1 live there with another lady—the rr -• that was with me when they got U» nibbed." "Mrs. Deane?* I asked, my eagerness Setray iug me Into a bold quesitlon. • flow'd yon know her name?” responded Mrs, Bum aby sharply, and then: “Oh. yes, you was gallivantin' round with her by the dead horse. Everybody gallivants with her. or tries to.” "And Mr. Deane?” “Ain't no Mr. l>ane. *s far as Is visible to the eye," replied Mrs. Barnaby. Then she seemed to pull back, as tnough already she had gone too far. She gathered up a pile of soiled dishes and sped oack to the kitchen. When she returned, it was only to stam down another plate of hot cake*, remarking that If those didn't fill me up, I wasn't going to get filled. She did not reap pear, even though I dawdled over my «<*Ung. Nor did any other feminine figure part the flap of the front door. Evidently Mrs. Deane breakfasted atertjr. So at last»l finished, wiped my fln/ers on my handkerchief. and strolled out of doors. Automatically, as though 4»» longer governed by my conscious Mind, I turned not toward camp but <tp the hill. Behind the walled tent at the boarding house stood a smaller lent. Ita door-flaps hooked back to take advantage of the sun. And in the entrance sat Mrs. Deane. Her eyes were searching Um ter distances. Her hands ley ta bar ta*. They held a newspaper. The same cwtomatic impulse which had turned me in the direction of the caNn carried my feet toward her. Her •yes fixed themselves absently on me for a moment before she gave a little Mart, leaned back In her chair. My sharpened intuitions told me that she had suddenly drawn some Imperceptible curtain of feminine reeerra. Tbs*

she smiled; a slow smile which began with her deep blue eyes and seemed to run. like the morning sunlight down a peak, until It warmed her firm, shapely mouth. “Oh. good morning. Mr. Gilson," she said, conventionally but cordially. I approached. Mood at her side. I was six feet one In those days. I must have towered above her; and for an instant I read in her eyes something akin to panic. Did she tremble? It was no more than a flutter, but it suggested fear. Then she rose suddenly and—- " Let me get yon a chair!" she said. She had dropped thevliewspaper. As I picked *t U P and restore*! It to her. I saw that it was this morning's Cottonwoi»d Courier. My eye. following her swift, easy movement Into the cabin, caught dimly a background of fend nine neatness and decorative Instinct —a pine bunk covered with a clean sheet in lieu of a spread, a worn but well swept strip of ingrain carpet, a mirror hi a plush frame, a picture superfluously decorated at the comer of its frame with bows of blue ribbon. And there floated out to me a subtle suggestion of perfume. which went to my head like wine. She returned with a rough pine chair, set it beside her own “I m a fellow boarder of yours." I said as we seated ourselves. "I've Just given my digestion Into the care of Mrs. Barnaby.' "It’s safe, I think," commented Mrs Deane. “She's an Inspired cook—though she has little enough to Work with here." Her trouble Is that she's too generous. She has to he a little gruff to guard herself against herself." "I can readily understand that,” I -•■f-ii.-d Th* II .Mrs, Deane !ooko<! up-v«-n M-ri»us mov uml. *-:it* hMg at a past phrase in my narrative, asked: “Did you say that you were an editor’ ’ ? It had been long since I had opportunity to confide in a woman ; and I fairly reveled in the luxury, telling the story of my struggles with mining, my lucky call on Man us Handy, and my first night on a newspaper. She seemed amused nt first: then a shade crossed her expression and—- " You didn't come to Interview me?" she asked suddenly and rather breath lessly. This question chilled Hke a dash of cold water my glowing mood. But I hastened to clear myself. "No—why should I? We haven’t a society column as yet." I added with an awkward attempt at subtle, gallantry "Besides. Sunday Is my day off. There's on Monday morning " She did not answer thia. A moment of silence followed until she turned the subject with; “This must be wonderful—for a man —this life np here!" "It 4*" said I. “And why not for a woman?” "Is anything so wonderful for a woman a* for a man, I wonder?" she asked “You must remambar, too. that we can't go to the Black Jack and the Comstock la?de." She smiled at that mid-Victorian conceit; and I smiled | ba<’k. To Mrs. lieane's generation ami mine, the picture of a lady tn any establishment where hard liquor was old publicly, seemed so Impossible as to be humorous, grotesque. 'Then you don't really like our campY' said I. almost resentfully. My one night on the Cottonwood (Y»urler had begun to develop my spirit of local pride. “Tn flashes. I do,” khe replied. “ 'Sort of,' as the native Yankee saya But I'm afraid I'm too much a woman to like It wholly. It's terribly brutal in j places. 1 can't as yet take all this , talk Hbout gold with the proper seri- i ousness. When they talk to me about | •clean-ups’—lsn't tlyt the word? —my j mind only pictures the stupendous quantity of chased bracelets and ear- j rings and settings for brooches that It will make! 1 like to sing at the piano au<l to embroider little designs and to paint little water-color landscapes, and to go to church and pretend that I'm really sorry for my little sins, and to make little calls, and to gossip discreetly as a lady should about why John broke his engagement to Mary. I love gossip. That on the surface. And deeper down—security!" She had preceded that word •-*«•»urity" by one of her delicious lltxle rest* In the rhythm of her speech; and when she came out with it; her voice seemed to have fallen a whole octave. • Ye*.’’ she continued, beginning almost under her breath. "I love security! 1 didn't once. I wonder if I haven’t a little piece of man in me. But I've learned better. A woman lias to follow her nature. Security now above everything. Something you can count on.” Somehow, I had taken it for granted that Mr*. Deane was older than I. having yet to learn that any woman is infinitely older in wisdom of thw spirit than any man. I turned and looked at her with new eyes. Not the shadow of the tiniest ridge or wrinkle broke the smooth contour of her akin, now tanned to a delicate golden cream color. This woman, speaking so somberly of deep things—-she was only a young girl after all ... as 1 watched her looking with absent eyes toward the panorama of the peaks. I felt that the air about her quivered with an intangible tension, as though ghostly ermies were arrayed for battle. Up from the cluster of tents and cabins rose the sound of voices singing’ to the accompaniment of a melodeon: “Alas and Did My Savior Bleed." Services were beginning in the gospel tent. It seemed that her reminiscent mood had broken. She changed the subject abruptly to perr tonalities of the camp. None of them did I recognize until she asked: “Do you know the sheriff or marshal er whatever tiw him—the one

with the wide hat and the impressive Imperial—Mr. McGrath?" "I’ve met him; Ise registered my claim,” I replied. “Seems like a good fellow.” 1 added, my sense of Justice struggling with a less generous emotion. "He comes In sometimes for meals." volumeere*! Mrs. Deane. “Everyone compliments his shooting! It’s odd, isn't it, living in a world where„ skill at killing men is the quality everyone most admires? But I suppose, war is that way, too. I suppose men are that way when they are left alone. I’ve heard my father say—” Was she trying to tantalize me. that she drew up always Just short of a revelation? For she stopp«*d and. as though to change the subject, glanced down at the Cot-i<-!)w*M.d Courier, lying wind blown at her feet. v - “I aee by your paper we had an other n>bl»ery yesterday." she said. - “Yes. I wrote the account. Mr. Handy #ay< it s all the work of urn gang. He thinks they may have ae compllws in camp." The moment I came out with this. I wished ft un said. It seemed like betraying the eon fidence of my paper. Mrs. l»eaue responded with a casual, balanced “Indeed?” and somehow her own inscru lability spurred me on to still deeper confidences. “There was one odd thing about that stage robbery.” 1 said. “You know I saw more of it than 1 admitted that day. ,1 didn't shoot,” I went on. hastily Justifying myself for my old failure of courage, “because my partner wouldnT let me. He felt that we d only endan , ger the lives of the passenger*. But l.<.rs«-s were tethered in the bushes beside the road. My partner and 1 were hidden on the ridge above. We could see them —you couldn’t. There was one |»eculiar horse —a buck skin with a big white mark on his flank. Like that —" 1 picked up a twig, sketched the pattern on the ground. "A buckskin?” Inquired Mrs. Deane, “That's what they call it here—yellow —almost the shade of a light tan kid glove. Another curious thing—probably Just my Imagination, hut It struck me at the time. Once one of r s v/per wW/ In th* Entrance Sat Mr*. Dean*—Her Eye* Were Searching the Far Distance*. the bandits who lay on the rocks covering the i»assengers n»se up and seemed to tw signaling—to someone in the stage. I've wondered if it might be the express messenger." “As likely as anyone," replied Mrs f»eane. "How do you know, up here, that anyone Is what we'd call good In the East?" But she caught her breath as she said It, and paused a moment before she remarked In her voice that dripped the worth like honey: "You men must find —what shall I call it?—spiritual release—ln all thh! An atmosphere where you don't have to bebnve unless you want to." "Ih-n't you feel any release yourselfr I asked. “I think I did at first—in my weak, feminine way.” shq replied. “It’s after all quite glorious to be starting into a new world, your Rubicon crossed.” But afterward—” she spread out her hands with a pretty, fluttering gesture—“afterward you realize what you are—a woman after all. I suppose, though, that we’ll have the last word! The thing you're making here in Cottonwood camp Is only a set of ue*t« for * set of women.” Her eyes brightened to mirth ’as she played on with her fantasy. “You're now Just gathering the sticks and straws —and squabbling over them!" Mr*. Barnaby was picking her way up the muddy path between her kitchen tent and the cabin. Mr*. Deane looked up. perceived her. “Gracious! and I promised Mr*. Barnaby to tidy this place up for Sunday!" said Mrs. Deane. Reading in this my dismiSfcul. I rose. She kept her seat But as she looked up to my farewell bow, I felt again • curtain drawn between her soul and mine. Only behind the curtain burned the light of some emotion—again, was it fear? CHAPTER VI Somewhat In spite of my will, the next fortnight gave me my bearings tn Cottonwood camp. Like any young jonroailst, 1 was at first far more interested in what I would have called “life” than in the business of life. My knowledge of camp politics and camp finance I took in unconsciously through my pores, while consciously absorbed in the thrilling details of Amr or five murders three suicides, te-

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numerable holdup*; the miner who hat fallen down a prospect hole, the proa pector who had fought est & grizst; bear with a crowbar. Marcus himself attended to mlnlni and political news gathering his Itenu mid writing them--or in an emergency setting them up without the interven torn of paper and i*encll —during the spare moments when he was not laying out editorial policy, soliciting advertisements. making up forms, collecting from advertisers, or planning what he called his "expansion.” For to the period Marcus had laid his bands on Mannle Leaventritt, a young :nd ambitious b«tl impecunious newcomer. Imd set l-l n to soliciting sub-s-l iptions on c-uymission. A week •ater. Maunie was with us permanently as circulation manager, his staff our two brightest newsboys, transforme*! to carrier* A* we expanded ami grew, we added an aged clerk to write business letters and keep book*. Then Marcus, as he expressed it himself, “snagged a pressman" ~ one morning from tlie stajfe, put him to work on the foolpower Job press which had all this time stood idle In a corner of the fata to. Thereafter Maunie added to his activities that of soiiciliug Job printing on couumssiou. By now 1 was lodging with Marcus In his cabin behind Siegel's, sharing an eight-by-ten room, where 1 slept on a rough wooden cot without sheets, and with a sack of waste paper for a pillow. Whenever the cold west wind blew, the unchinked W* Is [a-ppered us with Jets of shrill air. Marcus boarded, however, not with Mrs. Barnaby but with Jim Huffaker. 1 was glad of that; 1 shrank a little from contemplation of the moment when that shrewd intelligence would perceive my reason for boarding with Mrs. Barnaby. • •••••• As I began to think on the subject, the law and government of our camp ■seemed tv •or at ilvtes only a part of its picturesquenesx and at others Just ridiculous. These young commonwealths of the West, I have since found, vaned greatly In the speed and efficiency with wuich they organiied for law. All depended. I suppose, on what element first arrived. With us the gamblers, the saloon keepers, the purveyors of illicit pleasures, the actual criminal* had outnumbered at first the forc*-« of sobriety. And by virtue of this majority, we still ordered our society by gun law. Municipal government, really, there was none. Whei\. the year before, placer gold was l£ac*>vered along the creek, the early arrivals had formed a miner s rourt wh.c*» administered its own Justice in itsjown rude way. In the autumn had arrived to establish formal assize*. Taking account of public opinion, he appointed as his sole executive official Chris McGrath. the outstanding pistol artist of Cottonwood. Os McGrath's antecedents no one knew anything at all; in that stage of mining cahtp society, personal Inquiry was a serious breach of etiquette. He had come into camp with a bunch of eowUoys and gained admiration by pinking In the center of th? forehead a footpad who actually had the drop oil him at the time. His rough personal charm did the rest. The title of town marshal went by courtesy only. Doc Evans, whflm I now suspect of having left the East for the East’s health, and morality, was deputy cou’ity coroner. He served without pa?', getting his profit from the practice which his office attracted. I visited Judge Cowan’s courtroom during his spring term. A relic of an earlier and even rougher day. he had “read law” in some hackwood* Ohio office before be stampeded west for gold. Having failed at mining, he picked up a living, during the brief prosperity of Grizzly, a mining camp now abandoned, by practice of his old profession. Then production departed from Grizzly. But in default of any other settlement large enough to be called a town. It. remained the county seat. Lawyer Cowan remained; became, in default of a better, Judge Cowan; still in default of a better, held on when the territory attained statehood. His reading in law appeared to me as slight as hi* knowledge of grammar. Off the bench, spite of his egotism*, he had a kind of natural good-fellowship: and his |>enchant for stale, racy anecdote did his popularity no harm with the element which fringed his courtroom. He had a full docket, which be ran with a speed mimicking efficiency. It include*! six murder cases —all the gun episodes that Chris McGrath and Doc Evans had seen fit to bring to the attention of Justice. Arthur Colliver. a swart, let.n Kentuckian, already a marked figure in camp for hi* reckless gambling and his dashing appearance when he drove out with “the fancy,” represented five of the defendants. In every case he introduced the same plea—“self-defense." The procedure was monotonously invariable. Chris McGrath presented u panel of Jurors. The ignorant and weak-voiced prosecuting attorney who accompanied Judge Cowan from Grizzly seldom Luzerposed a challenge; the process of seating lasted only half an hour. The attorneys raced through the business of taking testimony; Um stage was set for the great moment of the summing-up. A courtroom In a mining camp? You don’t know ths half of it till you've read the next installment. (TO BE CONTINUBD.J Eggt in Shad Roa The bureau of fisheries say* that in the average shad roe there are from fiflyOOO to egg*.

Around® SUMMER PRUNING IS LOGICAL PLAN Summer pruning, which consists in pinching and disbudding, is the most logical method of directing the growth of trees. When proper attention is given to this practice amputation of branches will be unnecessary and the consequent injury incident to pruning will be eliminated. The perfection of summer pruning provides for the complete control and disposition of growth without involving any material removal of foliage. When the extreme terminal bud of a growing shoot Is removed growth in that direction will be checked without injury to the plant. The vitality of the plant is then distributed properly without being wasted in the production of wood that is to be cut away the following winter. However, rude and careless destruction of summer foliage, like the cutting away of long shoots on a grapevine, will often lead to injury. It is certain that full and perfect maturity depends on a full growth of healthy, matured foliage. ' When the terminal bud of a branch is pinched out it not only arrests growth in that direction but Induces the development of lateral shoots where a more active extension is needed. Disbudding may also be extended to include any superfluous buds, flowers or shoots at any place on a stem or branch in order to divert sap into those which are stronger and are required to remain either for* the production of branches, fruits or flowers of superior quality and size. This must always be done tn eari\ stages of growth before the shoot removed has developed to any great extent. The branches of figs, peaches and vines are usually so full of young shoots and fruit buds In early spring that if all were allowed to remain the result would be a dense thicket of useless branches. Many of such shoots die without further attention from the grower, but any useless growth will be made at the expepsp of the ripening fruit or the remaining wood. By keeping in mind.the principles of summer pruning the difficulties in proper training of an ornamental hedge will be largely eliminated. It is the pinching back of strong, upright branches that makes a dense hedge, with numerous lateral branches near the ground. Neither California privet nor barberry should require much winter pruning after the first year. Producing Apples of High Color Most Profitable Apples that are high in color sell i themselves readily. Wise apple grow- ■ ers will so handle their orchards that they will produce apples of the highest color. Prof. F. C. Sears, head of the department of pomology at the Massachusetts Agricultural college, recently outlined five methods by which apples with high color can be produced. “First, keep the tree open enough to let in sufficient light. Second, space the trees widely enough in the orchard so that they may get plenty of light; or If fillers have been used, remove them before they crowd so much as to give poor color. Third, use fertilizers more carefully so as to obtain the proper degree of growth for good color without too much foliage. Fourth, adapt our varieties to our soils in order to get the best color. One soil will give highly colored Baldwins, but poorly colored fruit of some other variety. Fifth, thin the fruit. “Color is chiefly dependent ob maturity and sunlight. To get good color, maturity should be hastened by avoiding the use of undue amounts of nitrogenous fertilizers, by sod culture where practicable, by stopping cultivation early, apd by using large-grow-ing cover crop*. Utilizing sunlight to the best advantage involves pruning to open up the tree and-thinning to expose surface to the sun.” Control Currant Aphids by Use of Spray or Dust Currant aphids, while not generally a serious pest, may be readily controlled should they become troublesome, by the use of spray or dust mixtures containing the necessary quantity of nicotine, the fumes of which are toxic to insects of this sort. Often one application will suffice. Liquid sprays containing one pint of nicotine sulphate to 100 gallons of spray mixture and dust preparations carrying from 1 to 2 per cent nicotine proved about equally effective •gainst currant aphids in spray test* A safe and efficient spray mixture is recommended as follows: Nicotine sulphate, one pint; wap, five pounds, and water, 100 gallon* This should be applied under high pressure and should wet all the surfaces of the foliage thoroughly for best result* Plan Complete Garden No garden is complete without a permanent bed of multiplier onion* asparagus, rhubarb, strawberries, red and black raspberries, gooseberrie* and currant* The strawberries should be of, at Keast three different varieties: early, late and the everbearing, which give you an abundance of fruit until frost come* Also have some small fruit tree* such as cherries, peaches, plums, pears, and grape* Also nut trees such as black walnut and Japanese walnut. Prune Grapes in Summer The summer pruning of grapes is a doubtful Some people believe that the removal of some of the leaves exposes fruit to the sun and promotes better ripening, but it must be remembered that the leaves are the centers of food manufacture and that their action is needed to furnish materials for proper finishing of the fruit* If the leaves become too heavy, it is an indication that more buds should have been left during the printer pruning.

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